My Class, Disrupted

The fourth week of the semester was when I always felt I started hitting my stride. I loved looking out at the classroom, holding my worn copy of Anna Karenina and seeing all these young pairs of eyes looking back at me. But, one way or another, I found myself in my favorite class with a pit in my stomach, feeling something was off.

While surveying my classroom I saw the usual crowd; A bunch of young women with a passion for comparative literature, a few artist types who needed this course as part of their creative writing degree and one or two seniors from the local community sitting in on the lectures. But in this class, I had Trent Barkley.

Trent was of the type that you saw around the campus, but rarely, if ever, decided to take a course on the classic Russian novel. He wore expensive clothes that were made to look like cheap clothes, big diamond studs in his ears and sneakers, who's soles were staring at me from atop his desk. They weren't the only things. Trent never opened a book, held a pen, or participated in class, but he stared at me for 90 minutes straight every lesson. From my Long black hair, in a braid behind my back, to my black pumps, he didn't take his eyes off me all lesson. What was that about?

After the first lesson I assumed he wouldn't be back. After the second I hoped I might get him to read something. After the third lesson I was professionally offended by his attitude and lack of respect, but after the fourth lesson everything started going downhill. I was packing my things after the lesson, pissed at the fact that I couldn't stop fixating on this one obnoxious student, when I looked up and saw he was still in his seat, rolling a cigarette and looking right at me.

I was going to say something but figured ignoring him would be best. Maybe he'd drop the class if I did. As I folded my laptop and slipped it into the sleeve, I heard him get up and start walking out. "Thank god" I thought, but it was premature. I heard him stop right in front of my desk and wait for me to look up. I deliberately took my time, and when I was ready to go, I finally looked up.

"Oh, Trent, can I help you with something?" I gave him a questioning look.

"That's a pretty hot book you're teaching us, professor Levin." He said, ignoring my question.

"Oh, you've read it?" I asked Acidly, with surprise on my face.

"Nope. But I like how you talk about the young lover character... like you really identify with that hot MILF."

"You mean Anna?!" I blurted out incredulously before I even realized what he was saying.

"Exactly! So, I think you should come over to my place, and we can try a more 'hands on' teaching approach."

He smiled as I stared blankly back. I was furious. Who did this fucking rich kid think he was? Coming on to a teacher who wishes that he never stepped foot in her class again? Did he think as he sat there every class undressing me with his eyes I was just putting on a show for him? His smile widened as my answer was delayed by my confusion. I wanted to set him in his place. I wanted to make it clear I was not interested and never would be interested, but instead I said:

"But I... I'm your teacher! I'm married! I have two daughters!"

"That's why we should do it at my place. You'll like it, it's a real classy apartment down on main."

"This is... this is inappropriate Trent. Please don't mention it ever again."

Trent shrugged and turned to leave. I felt my heart slow down, as relief set in, and also... some disappointment? This was definitely the most exciting thing to happen to me in years. Something that happened in real life and not just the novels I taught in undergrad courses.

Over the next couple of days, I found myself thinking about Trent Barkley too often for my liking. If I had alone time or was staring into space at the table and even sometimes in my other classes. I had never seriously considered this idea of having an affair and suddenly it was out there and available. And exciting.

On the third day, Wednesday, I found a little note on my car when I was leaving campus. It read:

X.

T. B.

I felt myself subconsciously reaching for my neck and touching it. My skin started to sweat and prickle. I stood by my car imagining myself being ravaged by a dark young man... I came to when a friend of mine honked as she pulled out and waved to me. I put the note in my pocket and drove off.

The next Monday I got up before my alarm clock. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about this but something about my Russian novel class made me wear a long tight mauve dress that accentuated my short curvy body and made my 34C tits stand out. I kissed my husband as I left our bedroom and got ready to leave for work.

At school I had another surprise waiting for me. Or rather, a surprise I was somewhat expecting. In my box was a rose and a little note with a heart on it. I felt my heartrate quicken as I started on the plan I had formulated over the last few days. I took out my papers and scribbled something on the last one in the pile. Then, I undid my braid and let my long black wavy hair fall freely over my shoulders. I was about to walk over to the classroom when I thought of something. I took the rose and slid it over my left ear, grabbed my bag, and walked briskly off to class.

As I entered the full classroom I noticed only one face. Trent was sitting in his seat in the back smiling at me, winking. I looked him straight in the eye for 10 seconds before I addressed the class and started my lecture. As I handed out bullet points for the lesson, I felt Trent's eyes on me and I felt myself getting nearer and nearer to his table, like I was trapped in a magnetic field. I dropped the last page on his desk without giving him a glance, and turning my back to him walked up to my podium, knowing his eyes were on my round ass, enjoying my tight dress.

When he looked down he saw this not from me:

You will pick me up at 4 p.m. sharp from the lot behind the kitchens.You will drive a car with tinted windows.We will meet at your place only, never anywhere else.You will never contact me. Ever.

Fail these simple tasks, you will never speak to me again.

The rest of the day crawled by. I was in another lecture and two meetings where I must have been visibly unfocused. I was actually called out in one of the meetings, but I didn't care. The fire of intrigue, of danger, of lust was burning in my stomach and I could barely hear what they were saying over its crackling.

At 3:55 I walked out to the car. I put my things in the trunk and closed it. I looked around to see if anyone was near, then slipped my panties off and shoved them into my purse. Setting off at a quicker pace than I wanted, I headed around the arts building and towards the back road. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing, hoping I'd find Trent chickened out, hoping I would soon feel his hands on my body, hoping I wouldn't get caught.

A black Benz with tinted windows was waiting for me on the far side of the parking lot. Looking around to make sure we were alone I opened the car door to find Trent holding the wheel and looking nervous. I felt some of my courage flow back in to my body. I was in control here.

I got into the front seat and put my bag on the floor. I lay my head down, out of view of the window and onto Trent's lap. The rough denim scratching my face. "Drive" I commanded. I could feel the jerking of the car as Trent tried to concentrate on the road. The feeling of my face rubbing against his cock couldn't be helping. I enjoyed how obviously my proximity to his cock made him excited and how physical and apparent the effect was. By the time we were halfway there his dick was fully hard, pushing against his pants and my cheeks. I put my full wait on it, feeling the warmth seep through his clothing.

"You can take it out and blow me if you like, Professor Levin." He said, voice a little shakier than it was the week before.

"We do nothing outside your apartment." I answered.

"Yes professor." He answered.

"And you will have me back at my car by 5:30."

"Yes ma'am."

As I felt us coming to a stop in front of his apartment I said: "Give me the keys and follow me up in eight minutes."

"But... I need to lock the car..."

"You will wait in the car and figure it out."

Trent handed me the keys and I stepped out of the car. I took my bag and dropped my panties into the front seat. "To keep you company" I said. I walked into the building and nodded to the doorman. They never stopped me when I smiled like that. I took the elevator up to the penthouse floor and walked into Trent's apartment.

I could get used to this. It was a huge apartment, with big windows that showed the evening sky in all its glory. It was very clean ("probably a maid" I thought) and decorated with good taste. I kicked off my shoes and walked down the hallway into the bedroom. My dress sliding to the floor, I took a moment to understand where I was. This was my student's bedroom. My husband was at home taking care of the girls and thought I stayed late to work on a paper I had already submitted last week. The smell of the sheets was strong and masculine, but they felt soft against my bare skin as I lay in Trent's bed.

I felt my fingers sliding across my trimmed black pubic hair and slipping into my damp pussy. I hadn't gotten this wet just from anticipation in years. I let my thoughts drift, along the thick shaft of Trent's dick through his jeans, around the bulging head, and down his strong legs. My fingers spread my pussy juice up and down and found their resting place on my clit. I moaned as their circular motion sent shivers through my thighs and up my back.

I heard the front door open and Trent's sneakers enter the apartment. I groaned louder, feeling my body prepare for a young cock to enter it's folds. My one hand massaging my clit harder and harder, my other pinching my nipples playfully. "Take off your... clothes, and... get in here!" I called, through the heavy breathing and deep moans coming from deep inside me.

My eyes half closed, my mind going blank, I felt myself contracting and grinding in Trent's bed. The smell of his body filled me like a cloud, fogging my thoughts. I heard myself moaning loudly and Trent opening the door. I watched him stand there and stare at me, but I was ready for him.

I reached over and grabbed his cock to pull him onto the bed. It was shaved and smooth, like a new purchase, and stood erect from his hips, slightly curving to the left at the tip. I got on top of him and lowered myself onto his cock, grabbing the base with both hands. I let out a gasp and a moan, as I felt his hard tip poking me from the inside, completely filling me up.

I gyrated and ground my hips on his cock. He lay there staring up at my body, my large round tits spilling over towards him, shaking from side to side. I allowed myself to moan louder and louder as I felt my clit sending shocks to my tummy and down my legs. I leaned on his chest and thrust my pelvis back and forth, owning my student.

I grabbed one of Trent's hands and fastened it to my tits. Thankfully he got the message. He grabbed both my tits and started squeezing and kneading them in his hands. He got to work thrusting his hips and I felt myself rising and falling as I moved myself around and around on his cock. I felt it stimulating my insides, poking me everywhere, shaking with delight.

I remembered there were no kids around and finally let myself loose. I screamed as loud as I could. Moaning deep moans and shuddering while my body convulsed with pleasure. "Fuck me Trent, fuck me like I haven't been fucked in years!" I screamed and he obeyed me. He bounced me up and down on his cock, touching every inch of my insides, making me shake and groan.

"Oh baby, don't stop, I love it so much! Fuck, your cock is aaagh amazing!" I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure of my whole body going numb from stimulation. All I could think of was this kid's cum bursting into me and flooding my pussy. I felt Trent's abs contract and his dick shake inside me before the dampness covered my pussy and his cock. "OH MY GOD, OHMYGODOHMYGOD" I yelled as I orgasmed like nothing I remembered.

I lay in Trent's bed for a few minutes, stroking his abs, running my fingers through his pubic hair. I just had the best sex I've had in 15 years, felt things I didn't think were possible after two births. Suddenly, I remembered - I needed to get home.

"Trent, go get the car, I'll be down in five minutes, and I hope you'll be waiting for me."

Trent jumped up and nodded at me vigorously. I let him toss on some clothes, and run out the door, before I slowly got up. I put my dress on and felt cum and my own juices flowing down my legs. I felt sexy, desired and naughty. It was exhilarating. I walked around the apartment, looking at Trent's things. I took a square of toilet paper and cleaned off my pussy. Then I kissed it with my lipstick covered mouth and laid it on Trent's pillow. Then after putting on my shoes, I locked the door behind me.

To be continued...?